Game For Love: Gridiron Heartbreaker (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Gridiron Bad Boys Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Melissa Blue
knowing her biting response, “I have a way with a lot of things.”
She coughed to hide the snort. “Do these lines usually work for you?”
He edged closer. A different scent, one he couldn't pinpoint, washed over him. Shampoo? Conditioner? Didn't matter as he breathed her in then shifted until the moist heat of her breath brushed along his cheek.
What happened to not crossing a line?
She pressed a hand to his chest, but didn't push him away. He trailed his mouth to the pulse in her neck. Her heart was rioting.
He lowered his voice. “Do you want me to work for it?”
It didn't need to be explained, not when her sigh bordered on a moan. He closed his hand on her arm, shifted so his cock would rest along her stomach. Her breath hitched, and then she curled into him with a moaned.
Heat and need beat like a drum inside him. He brought his mouth up to her earlobe. He skated his teeth up to the shell of her ear. “If not, I'll walk now. I'll leave you to your desserts.”
“And—,” She cleared the huskiness out of her throat. “—when you say work for it?”
“Anything you can imagine. Everything.” He couldn't help himself so he traced the tip of his tongue over her ear. Her moan sounded strangled.
“Alyssa, I'll help you come up with ideas if you want that too. And my imagination has no limits.”
Her swallow was audible, but she stepped back, her teeth buried in her bottom lip. He could see so clearly she wanted what he offered, and he hadn't held any punches much to his own chagrin. Where was his usual finesse? His own pride to walk away after a woman shot him down the first time?
“Alyssa?” he asked, his voice sounding rough to his own ears.
Her eyes roved down and then she looked away at the obvious proof of his arousal. His cock had sat up with attention and had no signs of going down.
She licked her lips then finally uttered, “Even though you make flirting feel like a contact sport, I'm running behind.”
He notched his head—surprised at the relief coursing through him. Things had turned intense and he'd lost his head. This was a good thing. If flirting with her gripped him this hard...
But what to say now? He glanced at the half eaten plate of dinner. “It was very nice meeting you, Alyssa, and a real pleasure to eat your food.”
Her brows shot up. “Y-you're welcome.” A flush colored her cheeks. “I hope you enjoy the rest of the party.” She glanced at the plates in front of her and passed him one.
He didn't hesitate to take the dessert, but lingered for a moment more before heading back to the party. The only available space was between two of the bridesmaids, so he settled in. Took a second or two to steady his breathing. Thinking of Alyssa, he took in the woman to his right. Pretty, in the girl next door kind of way.
“Hello, sweetheart,” and he made sure to add his smile.
The woman blushed and her eyes widened a bit. Exactly what he'd expected and was used to. Alyssa had pretty much threatened to take his balls off. He wanted to go back to the kitchen and work for it—for her.
They hadn't even kissed and he was thinking like that. His drought had to end soon. Really, it fucking needed to.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alyssa turned the key in the ignition and prayed the third time was a charm. She squeezed her eyes shut and rotated the key a fourth, fifth and six time. Not even the lights flickered in her sedan. She dropped her forehead on the steering wheel and tried not to whine. Out loud at least.
Her feet hurt, she smelled of garlic and vanilla beans and at some point she'd almost chopped off her index finger. And now she'd be stuck in her boss's driveway until a tow truck could come get her.
No. She'd first have to alert her boss so the driver could get in past the gates. She liked Charlotte and enjoyed her company, but the woman and her groom-to-be had a look that pretty much said they'd be naked as soon as everyone left.
Considering what had happened in the
She coughed to hide the snort. “Do these lines usually work for you?”
He edged closer. A different scent, one he couldn't pinpoint, washed over him. Shampoo? Conditioner? Didn't matter as he breathed her in then shifted until the moist heat of her breath brushed along his cheek.
What happened to not crossing a line?
She pressed a hand to his chest, but didn't push him away. He trailed his mouth to the pulse in her neck. Her heart was rioting.
He lowered his voice. “Do you want me to work for it?”
It didn't need to be explained, not when her sigh bordered on a moan. He closed his hand on her arm, shifted so his cock would rest along her stomach. Her breath hitched, and then she curled into him with a moaned.
Heat and need beat like a drum inside him. He brought his mouth up to her earlobe. He skated his teeth up to the shell of her ear. “If not, I'll walk now. I'll leave you to your desserts.”
“And—,” She cleared the huskiness out of her throat. “—when you say work for it?”
“Anything you can imagine. Everything.” He couldn't help himself so he traced the tip of his tongue over her ear. Her moan sounded strangled.
“Alyssa, I'll help you come up with ideas if you want that too. And my imagination has no limits.”
Her swallow was audible, but she stepped back, her teeth buried in her bottom lip. He could see so clearly she wanted what he offered, and he hadn't held any punches much to his own chagrin. Where was his usual finesse? His own pride to walk away after a woman shot him down the first time?
“Alyssa?” he asked, his voice sounding rough to his own ears.
Her eyes roved down and then she looked away at the obvious proof of his arousal. His cock had sat up with attention and had no signs of going down.
She licked her lips then finally uttered, “Even though you make flirting feel like a contact sport, I'm running behind.”
He notched his head—surprised at the relief coursing through him. Things had turned intense and he'd lost his head. This was a good thing. If flirting with her gripped him this hard...
But what to say now? He glanced at the half eaten plate of dinner. “It was very nice meeting you, Alyssa, and a real pleasure to eat your food.”
Her brows shot up. “Y-you're welcome.” A flush colored her cheeks. “I hope you enjoy the rest of the party.” She glanced at the plates in front of her and passed him one.
He didn't hesitate to take the dessert, but lingered for a moment more before heading back to the party. The only available space was between two of the bridesmaids, so he settled in. Took a second or two to steady his breathing. Thinking of Alyssa, he took in the woman to his right. Pretty, in the girl next door kind of way.
“Hello, sweetheart,” and he made sure to add his smile.
The woman blushed and her eyes widened a bit. Exactly what he'd expected and was used to. Alyssa had pretty much threatened to take his balls off. He wanted to go back to the kitchen and work for it—for her.
They hadn't even kissed and he was thinking like that. His drought had to end soon. Really, it fucking needed to.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alyssa turned the key in the ignition and prayed the third time was a charm. She squeezed her eyes shut and rotated the key a fourth, fifth and six time. Not even the lights flickered in her sedan. She dropped her forehead on the steering wheel and tried not to whine. Out loud at least.
Her feet hurt, she smelled of garlic and vanilla beans and at some point she'd almost chopped off her index finger. And now she'd be stuck in her boss's driveway until a tow truck could come get her.
No. She'd first have to alert her boss so the driver could get in past the gates. She liked Charlotte and enjoyed her company, but the woman and her groom-to-be had a look that pretty much said they'd be naked as soon as everyone left.
Considering what had happened in the
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